A few of these were posted on Woodnet. I thought I would bring them over here for all to enjoy.
You know you're addicted to woodturning when...
You buy a bandsaw that costs more than your lathe... for the sole purpose of rounding out bowl blanks.
You feel this unexplainable emptiness every time you throw a piece of wood in the fire...
You have some really nice power tools in your shop... and you struggle to remember the last time you used them.
You have a hard time finding a pen around the house that isn't made of wood... and you give your wife and kids nasty looks any time they pick up a plastic pen.
Your wife doesn't bother to call around looking for you any more. She just goes out to the shop when she needs you for anything.
You nearly caused a car accident because you thought you saw some logs on the side of the road…
You name your kids “Chuck†and “Burlâ€Â...
You name your dogs “Banjoâ€Â, “Jetâ€Â, “Oliverâ€Â, or “Spaltyâ€Â
At your spouse’s suggestion, you put a telephone, TV, and refrigerator in your shop... so you don't have to "carry sawdust into the house all day."
You really - honestly - whole-heartedly - are torn between taking that vacation in Hawaii and buying that new big-bad lathe with the 24" swing.
You think that any round or cylindrical household item can - and should - be replaced by something you make... from table legs to the toilet paper roll holder.
You’ve walked around your neighborhood – checking your neighbors’ trees for burls.
Golf clubs? Yeah… they’re around here somewhere.
Heat on in the shop? /I]Absolutely. Heat on in the house? “Go put on a sweater.â€Â
Feel free to add as you see fit.
You know you're addicted to woodturning when...
You buy a bandsaw that costs more than your lathe... for the sole purpose of rounding out bowl blanks.
You feel this unexplainable emptiness every time you throw a piece of wood in the fire...
You have some really nice power tools in your shop... and you struggle to remember the last time you used them.
You have a hard time finding a pen around the house that isn't made of wood... and you give your wife and kids nasty looks any time they pick up a plastic pen.
Your wife doesn't bother to call around looking for you any more. She just goes out to the shop when she needs you for anything.
You nearly caused a car accident because you thought you saw some logs on the side of the road…
You name your kids “Chuck†and “Burlâ€Â...
You name your dogs “Banjoâ€Â, “Jetâ€Â, “Oliverâ€Â, or “Spaltyâ€Â
At your spouse’s suggestion, you put a telephone, TV, and refrigerator in your shop... so you don't have to "carry sawdust into the house all day."
You really - honestly - whole-heartedly - are torn between taking that vacation in Hawaii and buying that new big-bad lathe with the 24" swing.
You think that any round or cylindrical household item can - and should - be replaced by something you make... from table legs to the toilet paper roll holder.
You’ve walked around your neighborhood – checking your neighbors’ trees for burls.
Golf clubs? Yeah… they’re around here somewhere.
Heat on in the shop? /I]Absolutely. Heat on in the house? “Go put on a sweater.â€Â
Feel free to add as you see fit.
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